A moment of silence please.
For one of the greatest women that ever lived.
In other news - NEXT WEEK, I can finally say "Next week I fly to South Africa!"
I picked up my wedding dress over the weekend. The bad boy fits. I am delighted how it has all turned out after the alterations and other bits and bobs.
The wedding dress lady managed to fold the thing into a tiny on-board suitcase. Maybe she's just good at packing things into small packages (she is Thai, after all), but I have no idea how she did that. Or what it will look like on the other side. (A giant ball of tulle?)
The Brit and I are all jangly and nervous now. He's battering away at his speech, and I am trying to imagine what our tables will look like. I have an idea, but who really knows?
In the meantime, am gutted about Margaret. Say what you might, but she was a formidable force.